Grandpa and His Grandchild

So every morning, at a certain bus stop, there is this Grandpa with a girl, presumably his grandchild. The girl seems to be around 12-14 years of age, donning the uniform of a familiar neighbourhood secondary school. They would be there every morning, waiting for the school bus to come pick the girl up.

School bus arrives, Grandpa runs up to the school bus (minibus) to open the door for his little girl. Girl climbs up the bus and Grandpa waves at her saying goodbye, every single day without fail.

Girl chooses an empty seat on the minibus so that her back is facing Grandpa, and sits down without saying a word, every single day without fail. Not even a wave or a smile back at her Grandpa.

School bus pulls out onto the road, Grandpa is left standing there looking at the school bus driving further and further away, rubbing his hands and looking like a child whose meaning of life had been driven away.

And yet he still opens the door for his little girl, every single day without fail.